Escape Frontier
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Humankind was not meant to sit in stultifying comfort, get fat, and die of weird diseases or despair. This is why it is important to go to the moon (either for the second time, or the first time, depending on whom you ask), Mars, and even farther.
We live in a historically anomalous time where obesity is a disease of poverty, everyone will get some form of cancer due to environmental factors, people’s teeth are horrible despite advances in dental care because of all the cheap sugar in our food and the fact that so many just can’t be bothered to brush or floss, young people choose not to have sex and procreate, nobody reads despite the world’s knowledge being a few clicks away, twenty-somethings are on anti-depressants and Social Security Disability Insurance for “anxiety,” we have more college graduates than ever but people are getting dumber, our thinkers are stupid, our leaders are cowards, our comedians aren’t funny, our artists can’t create, our stuff doesn’t work anymore, and everyone is content to just veg out in front of screens for hours upon end, day after day.
Our ancestors would be disgusted by us . . . although maybe they’d have a little sympathy, because the systems we’re trapped in were created by our ancestors, before we were born, without our consent.
We have to keep pushing outward. There is no more horizontal frontier on Earth. We’ve been everywhere and no corner has been spared the plague of modern consumerism. The only ways to go are down into the ocean and up into space.
We need an escape valve. We need a frontier to escape to when the society we are in is too oppressive, too immobile, and increasingly, too preposterous for any thinking person with a shred of morality to live in anymore while keeping their soul intact.
We need to get our asses to Mars. And farther.
If interstellar homesteading becomes a thing in my lifetime, don’t be surprised if I’m writing these blog posts from some off-world location.
The impetus for this post comes from this tweet by this fat, foul-mouthed, dope-addled, soulless Hollyweird death-cultist:
Who in the fuck gives a flying fuck about putting motherfuckers on The Moon and Mars?
— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) October 23, 2020
Apparently, the “IFLS!” crowd only loves science when their preferred political candidate is talking about it.
The protagonists in The Last Ancestor had to leave the Earth to find safe haven from a genocidal global government. Read about it here.
